erotica and paper dolls... bookstore confessional

Recently, I had an older gentleman (he looked to be in his 70 or 80s) bring in a list of out-of-print erotica books. Among the titles were: Woman and her Master by Jean de Villiot, The Torture Garden by Octave Mirbea and two Anonymous books. We did not have them, but I was intrigued. I looked them up online and found Olympia Press, a site where you can download out-of-print erotica for only a dollar. When he came in again, for he would not leave a phone number, I informed him that we could not get these titles for him, but that he could download them and gave him the web address. He was very grateful, but then seemed a bit wary of my motives and proceeded to tell me about how his wife collects paper dolls. She has them all over their domicile (I didn't get whether it was a condo, apartment or a house) and even goes to conventions for paper doll collectors.

The bookstore is proving to be an incredible source for stories... I am in awe of how people tell me so much of their lives without even knowing my name. I feel like a priest... As a Discordian Eclectic Taoist Witch of the Beaver Clan, I guess I am a priest. Confess to me and I shall absolve you as only one who does not believe in sin can. May chaos bless you!

a very thoughtful dog

The winged dog is never vicious, unless you mess with the sacred electrical wires. As he guards them,

he thinks on things no faerie dog has ever thought before.
He thinks:
what would happen if I disconnected the sun?
and...
what if the extension cord is not long enough?
and...
how many licks does it take to get to the center?
and...
would I get electrocuted?

I'm a Eunich! yippy!

You Are 60% Boyish and 40% Girlish

You are pretty evenly split down the middle - a total eunuch.Okay, kidding about the eunuch part. But you do get along with both sexes.You reject traditional gender roles. However, you don't actively fight them.You're just you. You don't try to be what people expect you to be.

"http://www.blogthings.com/howboyishorgirlishareyouquiz/

How Boyish or Girlish Are You?

Yup, it's Yule! And we got us some Xmas Evil!!

Xmas Evil...?
That's what I said, fool!

It's the hottest thing to hit Christmas since Rudolph's ruby shnozz!!
This Yuletide themed horror zine features fantasticly twisted gruesome stories written by such amazing writers as Allison Quick the Assassin Chick , Shagdar the radiant / C.S.E. Cooney and yours truly, j9 vaughn.

"But where, oh where can I get my hands on a copy of this salacious solstice celebration of horror and gore?"

If you're in the Chicagoland area, check it out!

Kate the Great's Book Emporium
5550 N. Broadway Ave.
Chicago, IL

the REAL issue

I was reading about how some corporate big wigs are crackin' down on the christmas greeting issue. It seems that employees have been asked to say, "Happy Holidays" instead of, "Merry Christmas". Due to this, there have been some cries of outrage that sound a bit like, "help, help, we're being oppressed!" as often happens in cases like this. The problem is, they're not addressing the real issue.

You know what I'm talking about... they pump it into the air like a mind-numbing virus, threatening brain waves & destroying cognizant thought. It is a weapon used by corporations to entice you to purchase [fill in the blank] for your holiday guilt and gratification.

Greet me anyway you like, I couldn't care less, but we need, no, we MUST take care of this pollution! It is a moral imperative that we do away with, no, DESTROY Holiday Muzak before it destroys us all!!!

Don't be fooled, they KNOW what they're doing.

a mantra of want

No amount of psychoanalysis could convince me that there was anything deeper to what he did than pure unadulterated selfishness & a complete disregard for the consequences that would inevitably follow.

Why else would you steal a UMD for your PSP? It's not even self-love that supersedes his love for his girlfriend who told him if this ever happened again (yes, this was a repeat offense -- twice) she was done with him forever. No, this is WANT above all else. That should be his mantra: I want, I want, I want... Unfortunately, he sees it more as I need, I need, I NEED!!

He did not believe he would be caught... he did not believe she would dump him... he did not believe he would be booted out... he claimed there was no where for him to go.

But as we've come to discover over the years of having asshole roommates, while they continually claim they have 'no where to go' (imagine this said in a tiny girl voice with fingers and thumb pulled into a circle then held up to an eye) they always manage to find some sucker that'll take them in. While this was a different roommate, it was the same disgusting attitude as his screaming / crying / beating on himself temper tantrum that looked less convincing than a parody of theater, but just as rehearsed.

Then, after I get home and she's telling me about seeing him being dragged off in handcuffs, finding out what he did while she was shopping, him calling her from jail and she breaking up with him over the phone, he appears in our living room. Somehow, he got out (bail bond or something?) and decided to win her back... but he had nothing to offer, no incentive for her to disregard her better judgment, go back on her word and take his worthless ass back. Then, THEN to top it all off, when she ever so kindly allows him to stay the night, it was rather cold out, but he would have to leave tomorrow, he has the balls to ask if he can sleep in her bed. I couldn't help it. I laughed. "What the fuck! I can't believe you have the temerity to ask that!" He just stared at me, wanting to tell me off and trying to figure out what the hell temerity meant. But then she agreed with me and he sat looking down at his trembling hands.